After a pause for the midsummer dog days, the trips to Europe or the work at summer school, the debutantes are beginning to swarm again along the Eastern Seaboard. Last week, for instance, Banker Stephen C. Clark brought out his daughter Susan in Cooperstown, N.Y.; this week Fernanda Wanamaker Wetherill, daughter of Philadelphia's Francis Bring Wetherill and Mrs. Donald Stewart Leas Jr., will have a huge party in Southampton; Cynthia Phipps, daughter of horsy Investment Banker Ogden Phipps, will entertain 1,000 guests with Lester Lanin's music on Long Island Sept. 9; and two days before that, Mr. and Mrs. Irénée Du Pont Jr. will throw one of the season's biggest balls at their Wilmington, Del., estate for their debutante daughter Irene.
But nothing on the deb circuit this year is likely to top the three-day bash at Newport that celebrated the debuts of Effie Taylor and Jacqueline Kennedy's half sister, Janet Auchincloss.
Blue & Silver. All Friday afternoon, Newport's little airport was like a vestpocket Idlewild, with private planes circling for landing clearance before disgorging cargoes of sun-bronzed men and long-necked beauties, chiffon scarves swathing their high-piled hairdos.
The weekend began with Effie Taylor's party. Host was her uncle, Beverley A. Bogert. One of the dinner parties that night was given by Effie's mother, Mrs. John R. Crawford, and her husband for 250 of Effie's young friends at grey, sprawling Bailey's Beach Club; there were other dinners for "young adults"—and some for less young ones, such as Winston Churchill's ebullient son Randolph, 52, who flew over from London with an eight-week-old pug puppy he had brought for Janet Auchincloss's mother.
As blonde Effie Taylor swirled to Meyer Davis' tunes, some 800 guests danced the night away in a fountained fantasy of silver and blue at Beverley Bogert's many-gabled Anglesea. Bubbled Effie, a freshman next month at Bennett College in Millbrook, N.Y.: "I really had a good time." So, agreed her guests, did everyone else.
Lions Galore. It was quiet the next day as the Bloody Marys gurgled into glasses at Bailey's Beach; those who were dutiful and those who were able went over to the Casino to watch the tennis. Mrs. Louis Bruguière, Newport's multimillionaire grande dame, was privileged as usual to watch the play from her Rolls-Royce.
At the airport, the planes were buzzing in again, bringing guests for that night's Auchincloss party and taking guests from the night before off to Manhattan for a quick comb-out before hurrying back to Newport. The hairdressers imported for the weekend were downright frantic: Hugh Harrison from Claude's was kept busy all day at the Bogerts, and Mr. and Mrs. John R. Drexel III (who gave a tea dance at their house that afternoon) supplied a man from Kenneth's.